Korea's fighting passion: The rise and rise of CafeId

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Outside my Nonhyeon hostel in a quiet backstreet, I notice a white rose in the cigarette butt bin. Still sheathed in decorative plastic wrap, it's only one night dry, the leaves turning copper at the edges.
I contemplate how it got there. Maybe a girl went out partying in neighbouring Gangnam and was gifted it by an admirer, returning to the hostel only to ditch it in case her boyfriend asked about its origin. Or perhaps a passer-by bound for a date succumbed to nerves and deposited it in the ashtray, standing up a lonely would-be recipient.
Whatever the circumstance, I associate the discarded token with affection. Incidentally, CafeId is also a love story. About a rabbit.
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